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During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

And my smile widened at that. Yes. That was it. That was the shape she was always meant to take. A Corrupter lunged at her from behind— one of my stronger ones, plated with bone growths and swollen with borrowed strength. Ava didn’t turn in time. I felt a flicker of irritation. Then she dropped. Not away—down. She slid beneath his swing, came up inside his reach, and drove her claws up through his abdomen. He screamed once before her jaws closed around his throat. Blood sprayed across the stones as she tore free and flung his body aside.

Not all of them looked like they even wanted to be there. At first, I thought it was my imagination—wishful thinking. After all, I was exhausted, drained, and fraying at every edge. Ariana was still recovering, barely alive, being tended by Shane and the other healers behind the lines. But then I saw it again. A vampire with ash-blonde hair stood over one of our injured warriors. He raised his clawed hand… and paused. Just paused. He looked down at the bloodied body, at the way the young wolf whimpered but didn’t fight back, and his hand… lowered. He stepped back, turned, and vanished into the smoke.

"That was merely the tip of the iceberg. I did not have the time or inclination to assist, but I did broker a deal between Boos and Man about not helping each other even the other is dying, I healed Type mind—took me nearly a year to do so. As for Man, Boss and Type. . . bond . . ." The Alpha Prince paused again, searching for the right way to phrase the rest of the tale. "I do not know why Boss and Man fell in love with angel who turn into vampire, we always kill those who are wolf but turn into any kind of creatures. But with Type I can't do that we can't do that, even if Boss and Man didn't fell for him, I still protect Type, we are devil's but not monsters and Type is only seventeen, so

Then two more behind it. Vael turned with a snarl. His claws erupted mid-motion, long and gleaming, and one swing opened a chest from shoulder to gut. The forest erupted around him. He shifted—not smoothly, not with grace, but violently, bones breaking and reforming as fur burst from his skin. His body convulsed, spine snapping into shape as the Alpha form took hold. Massive, black, ancient. Half-wolf, half-god. He roared. The trees trembled.

His eyes were reeling as if he couldn't focus on one point. Jarhead shoved the bulky man forward and he crumbled by my feet, barely catching himself. All of his reflexes shot. Daywalkers and vampires were physically superior to humans. He should have been able to take on brainless henchmen like Jarhead and Biter with no problem. But now it seemed like he couldn't even hold himself upright. I leaned down, outstretching my hand to pull him to his feet, but he couldn't take it. His head bobbed back and forth, rich sunset orange-hued skin, oddly lacking color. He pressed his forehead against the metal floors, visibly trying to get control over himself.

“Tara won’t tell?” “She won’t remember.” I breathe, unclipping the metallic wolf heads at my shoulders. They hit the table with a dull thud. “You knew I disliked her?” He sounds closer when he answers, “You were watching her the whole night with a murderous glare, and I only had my eye on you.” “Does it not hurt when you…” I trail off, imagining what it would feel to have him drink my blood. His hands slip around my waist, his lips pressing against my neck. “I'm Bloodborn—a halfling. It only hurts when a Bloodsworn vampire—one turned from a human—feeds.”

I call out, even while knowing that she won’t be able to hear me through this fucking window; I can hear out, but she can’t hear in. I rush downstairs as fast as I could, hoping the fucker hasn’t done anything, but when the scent of her blood hits me, I know that I’m too late. He chuckles and throws her into the pool, but I quickly dive in after her, pulling her out. My eyes move to the wound at her side and I pull off my t-shirt, hoping it will stop the blood before I can feed her mine to heal her. “Don’t bother trying to use your blood, Church; the baobab mixture does not allow for healing,” he taunts me just as I’m about to bite into my wrist. There’s a droning in my ears as anger compete

"The intertwining of human and vampire physiology is indeed a complex subject. While I cannot provide you with a definitive answer, I can offer you some insights based on my observations and research." As he spoke, Dr. Julian delved into a captivating discourse, weaving together scientific knowledge and ancient wisdom. He explained how certain individuals possess a unique genetic makeup that allows for a symbiotic relationship between human and vampire DNA. This rare convergence of traits grants them the ability to harness both the strength and resilience of vampires and the vitality and adaptability of humans. The phenomenon, known as "vampire-human hybridism," is exceedingly rare, with onl

No one else noticed him as they gathered around Mom, Meira discussing the possibility of finding a sorcerer with demon blood to take home with her while Oleksander argued his people would have trouble accepting such a watchdog. I left them to argue, went to his side. He looked like hell, blonde hair charred at the tips, face marred by scorch marks and bruises matching his mother's. He hunched over a little as if in pain and, when I touched his arm, flinched from me. Silly, I sent. And let my vampire, sealed to my spirit magic, explore and heal him while I fed him power. Thank you, he sent as his cracked ribs healed over, seared flesh under his clothing softening and renewing with fresh skin.